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| +CEMP+ | Sep 17 2011, 07:45 PM Post #231 |
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Clockwork Master
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Geez, it's like one big fat reunion party all of sudden, Jenosa contemplated to herself as she watched everyone she knew trickle one by into this small basement section. A rather crowd section too. She flexed her hands, still mildly irked at having enjoyed tearing those ropes out in such a fashion. It quickly passed she greeted a creepy Omega Alpha, who's presence, despite his friendly if not drugged demeanor, put her hairs on end. She knew Omega had a tendency to change appearance every now and then, and she was already used to freaky alien appearances, and yet something about the air around him bothered her mildly. Even so, she replied with a smile of good manner, "Yes, I thank you for the distraction, and being given the opportunity to give a little payback." She took a deep sigh and looked about, noting everyone who was here and their current health. Z'Gato and Travis seemed to have come out of a war, but were nonetheless relieved that she was alive this time, that was obvious; Faulias the same, but she still wasn't exactly sure about him. The same went for Alissa, and it really baffled her why the woman was still helping them. She suddenly realized the kind of motley crew they made up, even if they didn't really work as an official team. It was all so weird, given their characters and backgrounds, and how Jenosa seem to have ties with them; she never expected to make these kind of friends, mainly since she always expected to do solo work. An occasional friendly contact that she meet up with for some social time, but nobody on the field. That said, though, she was, for the most part, comfortable working with them. And then there was her suit. She had no idea why, but there was a strong - and yet familiar - urge rippling through her body that she couldn't leave without it. And what was more, she thought she could sense where it was - like this invisible bond. "I agree with the others, you definitely need medical attention," she replied, "but, as insane as this sounds, I can't leave this building just yet. I have- she said the word 'have' with a certain urgency - to get my suit back. I don't know where they took it exactly, but I think I a good guess." She took the handgun Travis had given her, and looking at Alissa and Faulias, she said with a smirk on her face, "While I don't mind going alone, I'd enjoy some company." |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Alissa~ | Sep 18 2011, 12:47 AM Post #232 |
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"Alissa... we can trust this man. Faulias might be a merc but he isn't without a moral compass... not that you care about that." Travis got that part right, shades of grey were not really part of Alissa's experience. In her previous life she had been a weapon, a tool directed at a goal, there were enemies, assets, and non-combatants. This though was different, the rules were different. "you can trust him, I don't...." he did attack her after all. Alissa holstered her weapons as she looked around the group a moment trying to figure out what was making her stay, she had reason enough to leave, to try to follow Delacroix on her own, he was down his two body guards plus a third hired gun. What ever security the gangster had it was unlikely it would prove to be much of a hindrance to the operative, that gave Alissa pause, she was not thinking like an operative any more, if she had she would have killed any one who had slowed her down, and she was not thinking about the others in this room as assets but allies, she was even concerned for their well being. "While I don't mind going alone, I'd enjoy some company." Alissa exited her self examination for a bit and looked towards Jenossa a moment before nodding " I'll go with you.." she looked towards Travis a moment. " you two should go get patched up, we will meet you back at your ship when we finish up here" Alissa turned her attention to Faulias, the panel where she had attached the bomb was missing, which suggested that he had cut it off. she reached to her belt quietly a moment, she had one left, a long with several other devices but not much left, how much had she wasted on this one distraction? she studied the hole a moment longer, a grenade would do the trick, a stun baton might short out the electrical system as well. Alissa looked back towards Jenossa a moment then to the others. was this what it was like to have friends? |
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| +CEMP+ | Sep 19 2011, 02:28 PM Post #233 |
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Clockwork Master
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Inwardly, Jenosa felt very relieved that Alissa decided to tag along; although she was used to working independently by herself, and often relished it, she knew Faulias would no doubt come along as well, who made her, in all honesty, really uncomfortable. Then again, being with any of her friends that had witnessed her death made her discomforted to be near, but Faulias more so, despite him acting very friendly to her. It wasn't something she could fully describe why she felt like this, only that it was there. But Alissa was a stranger, and to be truthful, would have enjoyed her company for that reason. Even more so if Faulias wasn't going with them. There was no awkwardness to be had from appearing a bit more alien than she had originally been, and it certainly seemed to Jenosa that Alissa wasn't one easily freaked. Easily put into an awkward social position, on the other hand, was a completely different situation entirely. One that she liked to certainly poke out while they began their trundled up to the suite. She slapped Alissa on the shoulder in a welcoming fahsion, giving her a wry smirk. "I was hoping you'd say yes," she replied jovially, "now suive moi." Once reaching ground level, the company parted, and Jenosa, Alissa and Faulias were ominiously alone in a battle worn building meant for relaxation. With travis and the rest out of hearing range, and Jenosa beconing for them to follow, Jenosa asked Alissa curiously, "Y'know, I've been wanting to ask you, but why are you still working with us? I know a solo character when I see one." |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Alissa~ | Sep 19 2011, 04:07 PM Post #234 |
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"Y'know, I've been wanting to ask you, but why are you still working with us? I know a solo character when I see one." Alissa had been asking herself the same thing over the last little while. She could have followed Delacroix when he made his escape, or made a silent entry into the building on her own to begin with. She certainly could have avoided turning the lobby into a war zone. But at this point this was the best path to success. “we are working towards the same goal, this is the best way to make sure we are not in each other's way. And Delacroix has shown a remarkable ability to prepare for this group, our best chance of success is to work together” the statement wasn't false, at this point it is fairly likely their target has dug in and was ready for just about anything. “from the look of Travis and Z'gato our target has resources we don't know about” Alissa was a little surprised how easily she had agreed to tag along with Jenossa in truth. It would have been simpler to return to the ship yard, wait for Travis and Z'gato to get patched up, and go from there. But at some point her mission had changed to make sure Jenossa was safe, and till the hunter was armed and armored that mission was not complete. Add to that the fact that so far as she was concerned Faulias needed to show he was anything other than an enemy at this point. She didn't trust him, and to that end would keep an eye on him. |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Sep 19 2011, 11:57 PM Post #235 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Huh? Travis balked as the two women slipped down the hall in spite of himself. One moment Jenosa was urging him to get patched up, the next thing he knew she had grabbed his standard from his belt, whisked around the corner and she and Alissa were gone. "Hey w- geh..." He managed before the two slipped out of earshot. "Nevermind those two, Alissa knows what she's doing and I don't think we have to worry about Jenosa getting snagged again." Travis continued, kicking at some of the dust on the floor in thought. "I think she's right; at this point it's a good idea to fall back and recoup. Now Z'gato, I know that you might not be in agreement, but even your fancy armor doesn't fool me; I know you've lost a considerable amount of blood. We're going to head back to the Arctic Storm right now and everyone who fought is getting patched up under a mender. Well.. except perhaps for Omega. " Hm, what was he forgetting? Travis stroked the area of the helm where his chin would be in thought, until the idea came to him. "Faulias, my suggestion? Eliminate all association you have with Delacroix; I am pretty sure I needlessly say this.... I won't bring you in since I know how you operate, but the police will if they find out you were working for him." That being done, he pressed a button upon the suits console interface. "By the by Alissa, not to be pushy, but remember like I said... you've got maybe half an hour before the power returns to the block. We're all innocent of wrong-doing, but I think you'd agree the last thing we need at the moment is the police slowing us down; they mean well but they don't always see what we do. Hope you two find that suit... Good luck. Travis out, I'm going to get myself patched up." |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Sep 20 2011, 12:40 AM Post #236 |
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BURMA
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"Sorry for nearly choking you by the way, Faulias..." "Same shit, another day, Clark. No hard feelings," his suit's external speaker rasped. He tried not to show it, but the man's natural strength coupled with his suit's augmentation left it's mark on Faulias's trachea. He would have a sore throat for some time after from the sheer blunt trauma. He remained silent for the remainder of the surrounding conversation, merely nodding at Jenosa's request for company, even if it meant travelling with Alissa. As they began trudging through the halls, he caught a glimpse at her eyeing up the crater on the back of his suit. The way she stared at it, he had a strong feeling she was deciding how to attack it next with whatever explosives she had left. "Dare you to try it again, woman," he muttered to himself, the sound escaping only as a staticy growl over his external speaker. "Fool me once, shame on you..." He sat back while Alissa and Jenosa seemed to catch up on events prior. While they chatted, he dropped back subtly, pretending to eye up the rubble in silence while his intentions were to analyze his former adversary. He found her lack of trust unsurprising, and it was mutual. Her suit and style apparently relied on unnecessary force and exceptional mobility, even the employment of explosives. Had he been fully prepared, their encounter would have been more along the lines of a Irresistable Force vs. Immovable Object paradox, ending in an entanglement that would not have been pretty by any means. Interrupting his thoughts came Clark again, in a secured vox channel: "Faulias, my suggestion? Eliminate all association you have with Delacroix; I am pretty sure I needlessly say this.... I won't bring you in since I know how you operate, but the police will if they find out you were working for him." "Trust me Clark... they won't find any association with me and Delacroix," came his reply. "The work was under the table and I intend to extract my last paycheck from his hide." Then, turning his attention back to the two women, he heard a particular snippet of speech from Alissa. "...this is the best way to make sure we are not in each other's way, and Delacroix has shown a remarkable ability to prepare for this group; Our best chance of success is to work together." "The man is unnecessarily cautious," he chimed in. "Even under his employ, I only actually met him once or twice, and just briefly. There were guns aimed at me from the shadows every time I even came close. He doesn't trust a single goddamn soul in the galaxy." "Anyway, from the sounds of things, we need to find this suit and fast. Any time we waste getting caught up in the police is just going to let Delacroix get that much further away." |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Sep 20 2011, 01:00 AM Post #237 |
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Starfeather
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Z'Gato still leaned against one of the walls in the small room, but he looked over at Clark with what looked like grudging resignation. "...Very well, but I have a medical facility within my own ship that is more suited to my anatomy. For all my luck, your equipment would just make matters worse," He said, pushing off the wall to stand on his own feet again, which started to feel numb. "Besides, grk," He started to say, the pain in his torso starting to come back again, despite the combat drugs he had taken. "...I need to repair my suit, and my ship is the only one with the right parts and tools to make it a swift job," He said, clearly not wanting the chance to socialize with the other Hunter. Z'Gato may respect Deadeye Clark, but that didn't mean he had to like him. Z'Gato turned towards the way out of this place, starting to walk towards the exit. With his cannon-arm, he motioned to Omega. "You can come if you wish," He said, curiously preferring the creature's company for the moment, even though Z'Gato was still somewhat perturbed by the creature sucking out the phazon in his wounds. Z'Gato still had many questions, both for Jenosa and for Omega, but for now, they could wait. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Sep 23 2011, 04:55 PM Post #238 |
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Alissa was of two minds so far as the addition of Faulias to expedition. On the one hand she found it good that she could keep an eye on him, she didn't trust him, even if the rest of the group did and if he did eventually betray the group at least one of them would see it coming. She was however also more than a little annoyed, he had some how managed to turn a nickname she'd acquired while training into a rather annoying term, she found his attitude and general disregard for the result that could have been his fault grating. And then to top it all off he felt the need to contribute to their conversation. "The man is unnecessarily cautious, even under his employ, I only actually met him once or twice, and just briefly. There were guns aimed at me from the shadows every time I even came close. He doesn't trust a single goddamn soul in the galaxy." The rational part of her mind kept any potential snide remarks in check, that part of her control had at least not failed. She glanced towards Faulias a moment before looking ahead a bit “I wonder if we can use that; he is paranoid, and has lost two presumably trusted body guards, I wonder if we can play off that, make him panic, make a mistake” she was thinking out loud more than anything, but she had an idea, make Delacroix afraid, feed off his apparently powerful paranoia, and use that to capture him. |
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| +CEMP+ | Sep 23 2011, 10:28 PM Post #239 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa rolled her eyes at some of the statements ALissa made about Delacroix's resources, "Thank you for stating the obvious." She wondered how much a conversationalist Alissa could be. No doubt not much, which was kinda dull considering that, right now, Alissa was the only person she felt comfortable with at all. She momentarily pondered what other buttons she could find to press to get at least some kind of reaction. She ignored the rest of the conversation between Alissa and Faulias for the moment. This didn't seem to be the time and place for that thinking; even though there didn't seem to be anyone around the battle torn building, there hung an ominous silence in the dark hallways which put her on edge. Add the fact that they had to be out of there fast, and this made Jenosa all the more tense. She remained silent for the rest of the trek up the building, focusing on this...invisible bond that she felt beating in her chest. It was weird, really; she had gotten by with any kind of armor all the time, and never had a preference of armor or gun before. Normally she wouldn't have risked herself for such a piece of equipment, and yet for some reason, it felt...important to her. Damn, she thought, what the heck is going on with me? The virus was obviously the culprit, but the main question was what this all meant. IN fact, now that she thought about it, she recalled these feelings from when she was first offered to 'keep' the suit, which was right after her mission on Inos - only now, that bond had grown. The thought that she just didn't want to leave without it was a bit unsettling. She glanced back at Alissa as they marched up a set of stairs, who's blank stare once more consoled some comfort in having the stranger come along. At the same time, she largely avoided eye contact with Faulias. Their pace had been quick, and as of now, the bond with her suit was very strong now. "We're close," she stated, and she beckoned them to follow. "C'mon, this way." As they moved, Jenosa though in a puzzled manner, Why, of all the places, would they take my suite to Delacroix's suite |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| +transcon+ | Sep 24 2011, 03:38 AM Post #240 |
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Metroid Specialist
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The creature took a few steps past the Chozo Warrior after making his suggestion to fall back to the Arctic Storm. His gate was lazy as he swayed in place. The monster looked skyward seemingly at nothing. His four fangs wiggled under his lips as memories began to flood out of control. Terrifying and exhilarating! Omega-Alpha was very well aware of his own memories, but there seemed to be more 'installing' themselves into his genetic memories. Memories of monsters, people, creatures, and even objects, interweaving themselves into a story. Shattered glass and crushed mirror. It all cut in, weaved through, then darted back out. Glimpses of the past through alien eyes; many eyes watching many stories unfold before them. And, they were all there for the Metroid to witness, if only for a second. The power led to strength, and weakness. The high brought confusion and delusion. Who was he anymore? Was he merely a conglomerate of genes housing information? Or, was he an autonomous artificial form granted life by the gods? Could he have been both? The monster on the screen he witnessed on SR388, a video document displaying the final hours of the Colony, flashed through his mind. Data started to spill out through his very form. And, if only for an instant, it made all too much sense. "You are not ready yet, Dear Prince," whispered a voice in his ear. It felt cold, sounded raspy, and not even in any Galactic Common tongue he had heard before. It was, in fact, a broken tongue of Chozo. "Omega?" This time, the voice was warm and inviting. He could almost feel a warm hand on his forearm. The creature's head spun to look down, and for a moment, he thought he was seeing a ghost. "Trisha!" To him, there she was in the flesh. Her brown eyes looked up at him almost pleadingly as her hands wrapped around his spiked forearm. "What are you doing here?" There was no one there. "Focus! You have to focus! Please.... remember.... "Remember," the word fell slowly and low as he was looking at an empty space by his arm. "Yessss.... The mission. So much.... "I am really high right now, aren't I?" A twisted smirk danced across his thin lips exposing his tell-tale metroid fangs. He brought his arm in close as if to hold the pleading woman reassuringly as he continued walking down the corridor to exit the burning motel. "So much to tell you, Trisha! I've missed you. "Your clutch-mate has become so strong and daring! He, like you and Mother, are people I look up to. Though, I had to save his hide once. You were there at the cafe. I was a Gamma stage at the time. Remember?" "Yes, I remember. Now, focus. Everything you ever wanted is right before you! The answers you sought ever since you were on the Grace is right here! Don't let this chance slip away!" The woman looked up at him and smiled weakly in pity and patted his forearm. "You fought so hard to prove yourself. Everything you need is right here now. You can't afford to lose yourself now! Remember.... who you are, what you are, and what you will be...." The creature looked skyward again with the smile quickly disappearing. His obvious hallucination affected him dearly. Though he couldn't tell if what he was seeing was real, he merely chalked it up to seeing ghosts. "A future," he sharply whispered. "This Creator invited me back to his ship, Trisha. I have to go." Quickly, the creature darted up to Z'Gato and looked him through the visor right in the eyes. A wicked smirk danced across his lips again. It certainly wasn't the arm cannon waved nonchalantly at him. Maybe he was acting out? Phazon mad? Who could know? "You bet I want to go!" he sneered. "I'm going to go. We will talk. Oh, boy, will we talk...." Near the end of his sentence, his right hand snaked out and snatched Travis by the helmet carelessly. No harm was done, he was merely rough in the same sense of how a drunkard grabbed his drink. A mere second later, the onboard computer system was under an assault backed by the power of Phazon. It was a ferocious and brutal intrusion of the most barbaric kind. "Suck it up," he chirped at Dead-Eye with the smile of an innocent. "Here's the information on the girl I saved from this Great Poison. Just want to make sure you get it." Angel Face... aka.....(information dump) Third floor, healthy, safe, and stable, room 314.... "Now, shall we go? I'll follow you, Creator." A few moments later, he let go of Mr. Clark's helmet and patted him on the side of the head gently with a friendly nod as he was absolutely certain that nothing of Travis' was infected. |
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